Spaceships in the sky.

The traveler sat beside the path and watched the crowds walk by...
In two's and three's and some with four knees
...and a little girl with squeaky shoes.
A godess strummed upon her lyre with a fellow with a chello at her side
while the people in the street were passing by
like spaceships in the sky
like spaceships in the sky

Crash and Flow.

Oppression refines a mans character and hones his spirit. He learns to worship his freedom, forsaking all vice and false authority. He lives and dies for it, he fights for it and surrenders it to no one. He proudly and boldly stakes his claim over his own body, mind and soul; aknowledging Self as a parcel of the Divine Whole.
When a man acknowledges his unity with the universe while being aware of his individuality he learns the essence of power and the infinite possibilities of his free will. He is a parcel of the creator. He is the creator and the creation simultaneously, containing the same life energy, composed of the same elements. The same spark of life that makes the sun shine is the same spark of life that makes his heart beat. The friction btwn Love and Fear... the interaction of positive and negative forces...Energy in motion...Life perpetuates itself... Flowing and crashing like water, swirling and blowing like the wind, burning alive from the inside out, emitting rays of Love and Light, flowing like a river to the infinite sea,waves crashing and receding against the perimeters of the shore...

The Heart of the Sun.

The Sun is the heart of the solor system, the nucleus of the the atom, the core of the apple... It is that self-perpetuating nucleus of energy, the friction of ions of positive and negative elements as they are sucked into a black hole, spiraling forever into the nothingness and everythingness of the cosmos.

Either: Or

We can either go thru the motions and spend our precious life energy in defence of an ideal that no longer exists... Or, we can create a new world out of the ruins of the old and make our own ideals a reality.

The almighty beast.

God requires blood for the remission of sins...Bring a sacrifice to the almighty...a pure spotless lamb...youth and innocence slaughtered by the blade of the high priest...He is a roaring Lion, seeking whom he may devour...a savage beast, mad with rage... the high priest takes the choicest cuts of the meat after he slits the throat of the bleeting lamb and drains its blood into a basin and brings it into the most holy of holies in the tabernacle of the holy spirit of a holy god that desires fresh blood...scattering the bones of ravaged, cold carcasses, always thirsty for fresh blood... Sing your praises and adoration of your Lord and Master. Sing for eternity on your streets of gold. May you live forever in paradise and be washed by the blood of the lamb.

Ghosts among us.

There are ghosts among us... energy lingers... the spirits of the dead wander to and fro about the earth freely... Revealing themselves when they desire to be acknowledged... If you listen you can hear the blood of my people crys out from the ground.

Faith.

I guess sometimes hope can be a curse and faith can lead you in circles in the desert for 40 years. Be careful what you wish for...and even more careful about what you believe in. To have faith is to place your entire weight on one thing.